Though I said no both times, he kept going. I wasn't coping well afterwards... I wouldn't eat or drink or even face my own brothers. Life just wasn't worth living anymore. I was in the middle of exams when it happened and I failed everything because the rape took over my life. No one understood what I was going through, except my mum. Thank god I had her, she was and still is my rock.

My father tried to kill himself a few times and I had a mother who was irrational and neurotic. Between the two of them, they had many fights that I got dragged into, being the only child. I was unhappy, stressed and turned to harming myself in order to cope. I knew that harming myself was not a good coping mechanism but at the time, I couldn't bring myself to care.